His momma run off, when he was just a kid So, he never really knew her at all Just a picture of a girl, in a sad blue dress Hanging beside a cross on a wall His daddy used to drive those 18-wheelers Now he drives the bottle, deep into the night He was always saying, "Son, you're just no good You'll never do anything right" The screams and the bruises And broken bottles These were things he understood From busted chairs, to a broken heart He got away as soon as he could When he was just 18 He got his very own gun And shot a kid in a liquor store one night He was all mixed up He never understood why He was only looking to prove his Daddy right He was drivin' down a dead end street He was never gonna get back on his feet Somewhere deep down inside, he knew He was drivin' down a dead end street ♪ He was a lonely boy From the wrong side of town His momma never put him first No matter what he did It'd never be enough He was hung out, and strung out the worst He learned to fight And he learned to run And he learned how to take care of his blues He didn't have a reason To believe in God So, he figured he had nothing to lose He was drivin' down a dead end street He was never gonna get back on his feet Somewhere deep down inside, he knew He was drivin' down a dead end street He was drivin' down a dead end street He was never gonna get back on his feet Somewhere deep down inside, he knew He was drivin' down a dead end street He was drivin' down a dead end street